Nephilim and the Nun
Chapter 10: •Naturals•
Quinn:
I appeared at the front of Naturals, a club for only supernatural beings. It was the last place anyone would go in search of me. Though it was dark already, I wore a baseball cap to hide my appearance.
Strolling into the club, my eyes scanned the large room. The loud music blasting in the air drowned out the conversations of people. The dance floor was packed with sweaty bodies, dancing to the beat of the music. Taking my eyes off the dance floor, I moved towards the bar. At every table I passed, people's eyes were fixed on me because of the cap I was wearing.
Naturals was a different world at night. It was a place where all creatures of the night hung out freely without the fear of being noticed for who they are. As such, hiding one's identity was seen as a strange act. As safe as it was to take off my cap, I didn't trust anybody there.
Getting to the bar, I slid into a bar stool, ordering a glass of scotch. A few minutes later, the waiter slid the glass filled with the liquor towards me. I gulped it down, requesting a second one. Again, he slid the glass filled with scotch towards me. This time around, I took a sip from it.
After setting the drink down, I turned in my stool, to scan the people in the room. I needed help and I was sure of finding a suitable person at Naturals.
I wanted to get out of town and needed cash and a place to stay. But unfortunately, I had no place to stay. As for the money, I had a little at home to keep me going for a while. Moving out of town and staying at a motel or even a hotel wasn't a wise choice. I needed a place far away from people. Something in the middle of nowhere.
While my eyes scanned the room in search of someone who could fulfill my needs, a body slumped into the barstool next to me. I dragged my eyes away from the crowd to see who it was.
Damon Graves. The CEO of Voxel enterprises and a fucking billionaire.
He might be just who I need. I thought to myself.
He ordered a scotch and fixed his gaze on me, his lilac orbs staring intently into my silver ones. Using that opportunity, I mentally scanned him with my eyes, seeing into his past to know if he could be of help. From what I found, his record was clean. He didn't mingle with the humans and wasn't interested in their selfish acts.
He was in fact, the perfect man.
"Aren't you supposed to be dead?". He asked after a while of staring at me. Raising the glass of his drink to his lips, he sipped from it.
"I must be the ghost then".
That was technically the truth. While I'd been in the church cell, Gonzalez must have spread the rumor of my death in the war.
I hit the nail on
"I need your help".
ghosts". He replied, taking his eyes
how he easily recognized me. One thing I didn't like
I'm not
should I help you?" He asked without sparing me a glance. "For all I know, you could kill me. Your kind and my kind do not associate. I am the evil you seek to
was right. Cambions were the offsprings of demons and humans. I was very much against demons and their offspring. But I needed his help and
not kill the good ones. Just those that are
must be dull then". He taunted. "I'll help you on one condition". He said after a while. "You don't involve
agreed to help me without asking what was after me. He didn't even inquire about my supposed death. The man was
place to stay in a secluded
his drink, he walked out of the club,
while, enjoying the little freedom I had at Naturals
next night, I was back at Naturals at the same time he'd said. I sat at the bar, nursing a glass of scotch when a blonde slid into the stool next to
called her order to the
waiter prepared her drink, she turned towards me, eyes studying my appearance and trying
is the only place you're free to be yourself". Her velvety voice filtered into
the corner of my eyes, I took in her appearance. Her eyes were a glowing golden yellow. With the eyes, I could tell she was a werewolf. Apart from the glowing
the touch of a woman. If I wasn't in pursuit of freedom, I would have taken her home for
a great turn off".
her manicured fingers around my biceps to cop a feel
to think of your offer, next
fell from her face and
"Your loss then".
never been
time on my Rolex wristwatch to see it was almost midnight. A scowl marred my face in annoyance. The man was making me wait and I wasn't
later, while I was having my third glass of scotch, he strolled into the club.